Where did the summer go? I’m hoping for a long, drawn-out fall and more warm weather. These are the days when Beatty rides his scooter to and from school and Sloan jumps on the trampoline in her birthday suit. Brad will wonder why I still haven’t ridden that road bike he bought me for Christmas and I will get lots of projects done around the house.

I will have you know that this spring I have been DIGGING IN THE DIRT. For real.

Last summer, our poor yard and flower beds didn’t get one iota of energy. You would think that a 7-month old baby would have been sleeping through the night at that time. NOT SO MUCH.

We pretty much ignored our yard and sat around in the sun with cold beers, watching the weeds grow and our neighbor across the street spend three hours vacuuming up his sidewalk.

Now our baby is 18 months old and sort of sleeping through the night. She’s a funny one, that Sloan! Always keeps us on our toes!!

Sloan prefers to be outside and mobile, and I would prefer to be there as well since she’s decided that she will watch TV, but it will only be the old Elmo sing-a-long VHS tape from 1986 that she dragged out of a drawer. When you know every line to a thirty-minute video, you verge on an emotional breakdown. So we head outside, and mommy grabs her bucket and her gloves and we pull weeds and groom our flower beds together. I tried to show Sloan a worm yesterday and she accidentally pulled it into four little pieces.

These pictures are definite proof that Sloan and I are getting something accomplished.